I am not good with sales people whether they come to my door or they call me on the phone. I try to be nice despite my extreme annoyance but it is very hard. My husband is very good with sales people who initiate contact with us. I think it was his years on a mission that make him more compassionate in this area than I am. Some of the sales people I am most irritated with are those who use my religious affiliation to get me to buy their products. Let me tell you of an experience I had just last week.<\/p>\n
It’s mid-afternoon and I’m going about my daily business, laundry, dirty diapers, entertaining and feeding all of the neighborhood children. I’m not expecting much today, just the normal stuff. Suddenly I hear a very friendly and adult sounding knock at my door. Hey, I think to myself, somebody’s comin’ to chat, this could be fun.<\/p>\n
I open my door to a very clean cut, twenty-something, young man. Down at his feet I see, no! Please, anything but that…his duffel bag has Living Scriptures embroidered on it. I think I’m feeling faint.<\/p>\n
He gets a smile on his face, takes a big breath, but I hurriedly shout, “I’ve already seen your presentation and we’re not interested!”<\/p>\n
Still smiling Living Scriptures Guy (LSG) says, “Well, when did you last hear our presentation?”<\/p>\n
“Uh, when we lived in California,” I reply.<\/p>\n
“Let me come in and show you some of the latest things we’ve added to our program in the last couple of months.”<\/p>\n
“No really, I’m not interested,” I try to sound a bit more forceful. I think about closing the door but I worry he’ll stick his foot in the door and start shouting about the new US presidents line they’ve come up with. I want to tell him that my family doesn’t believe in going in debt over a series of animated videos but I don’t think this will affect him in anyway.<\/p>\n
Luckily I can see in his eyes that he believes me. Whew, I think, I’m off the hook. Wait, he’s not finished, “Do you know anyone in the neighborhood I can talk to about my videos?”<\/p>\n
“No,” I reply. “The person who gave you my name probably gave you the same names that I would tell you.”<\/p>\n
“I don’t have any names,” he states.<\/p>\n
“Really, I don’t know anyone.” He looks like he doesn’t believe me. I throw out the name of a family down the street and hope they will understand and forgive me for what I have done. I quickly shut the door and heave a sigh of relief…<\/p>\n
The next morning I’m going about my daily business, laundry, dirty diapers, entertaining and feeding all of the neighborhood children. Suddenly I hear a friendly and adult sounding knock at my door. Sweet, I think, someone wants to chat. I throw open my door and aaaggghhh, it’s LSG! How can this be, what horrific things did I do in a previous life?<\/p>\n
He gets a big grin on his face and say, “Sister Johnston”<\/p>\n
“Dude, you were just at my house LAST NIGHT.”<\/p>\n
He looks perplexed (I think it’s an act), “Here, I came here? Wow, are you sure?”<\/p>\n
“Yes, I’m very sure,” I state.<\/p>\n
“Gee, I must have a terrible memory,” says LSG.<\/p>\n
“Yes, you were here and we’re just not interested.”<\/p>\n
I quietly shut the door and hopefully this chapter in my life.
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